The Big Apple - not quite Sex and the City

So October it was when I was getting my first stamp on my passport and where was I headed? The Big Apple itself. New York, New York as Sinatra once said.

After a bumpy few days when I was trying to figure out when I was leaving and what I would be doing, it was finally decided that I would be off on the 8th to reach on the 9th and then back after almost a month. All good except for a few hiccups like not having the email approval as yet. Last minute running around for tickets, forex hotel reservation and flight tickets completed and I was off.

The AI direct flight to JFK would have been a major pain if it had not been empty. The seats suck, they push back only enough for you let you think you have actually moved, the in flight entertainment system is missing sound/video or both for some seats and the alcohol, I think I have better stuff at home.

Landing at JFK is actually quite a let down. Post the glamour of both Delhi and Bangalore airports, JFK was what a person living in one of the residential complexes in Gurgaon would feel when they walked into Dharavi in Bombay. The long wait at the immigration counter just added to the 'not love at first sight' feeling I had with NY.

More on getting lost in the subway and the trips to Jersey and Philadelphia coming up. 

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